Shimyamei will gamely put up with this for hours, working on knitting a sock while she talks - and Zay will get both of them bread, though she doesn't give Briseadh any honey and cheese to go with it and Shimyamei gets some of both. But eventually it is Shimyamei's bedtime.

And Briseadh will add another piece of bread to the tally of what he owes these people.

By the time Shimyamei goes to bed he's probably still not good enough to have a good conversation but he's got a decent stack of vocabulary and at least the normal word orders. He also doesn't have a bed, especially since Shimyamei presumably wants hers. Time to. . . try having a conversation with Zay?

"Greeting. I want practice and learn about you. You want that or want me go away?"

Zay snorts. "Learn what?" she asks, slow and exaggerated.

See, normally he'd be mad at people treating him like an idiot but slow and exaggerated is helpful right now.

"What job you do. Why you live Oatsfield not Treehills or other place. Other people you like you guess I like like me?"

"I was made here. It is a good place to live. I have no reason to go. I do not know who might like you."

Well that's the most appalling lack of ambition since the last time he talked to someone who wasn't a Sith.

"How long you live here? If you not like me" just a guess but it seems a good guess "why offer bread?"

"I was made thirteen thousand wakes ago. I do not want you to be dead in my house."

He can appreciate the honesty! Did Shimyamei go over whatever they do for trade around here, credits or barter or cowrie shells or something?

"How much would you want for bread I eat be fair? I have nothing now but later."

They've got coins! Mostly wooden coins, some metal ones for higher denominations. She pulled some out to demonstrate some number words.

"Five a loaf."

nod

But the offer to pay her back seems to mollify her somewhat and she fetches him another hunk of bread.

"How much bread cost at baker building?" He has ever played the game of getting charged wildly high prices. It's not like she can't lie about it but it'll be one more thing to be mad about later if she's lying.

Probably one step forward two steps back as far as mollifying her.

"Bakery does five. We do not buy at the bakery."

Seems fine then. He takes the offered extra bread, trying to nod acceptance. 

"I will make effort pay you for bread later. Now I go talk stranger who want talk me since that not you, maybe they pay me for something. I back talk Shimyamei later."

"If she asks I will tell her."

"Thank you!"

And he'll wander out to practice language with strangers, because this is the best plan he can come up with at the moment.

Is there like. . . a meeting place people are just hanging around at looking approachable? 

Not really. This is a town more than a village, but it's a small town. Everyone not only knows each other but has known each other for several incarnations in most cases.

Well that's going to be a frustrating problem. Do these people all socialize in their private houses? 

He's going to let that frustrating build for a moment, then reach out in the force to feel for anyone else isolated and alone. If that doesn't work (it might not) he's going to wander around watching people at work so he can get a sense of the faces and the jobs around here.

Another day or two of this and he's going to have enough language to start asking for work.

There's a old guy over there in his vegetable garden!

"Hi my name Briseadh. You want help weed garden? I want practice speak."

"You can turn the compost," says the old guy, pointing at the heap. "Where'd you come from, then?"

"Recently Mustafar. Long travel."

He can turn compost, especially if there's a pitchfork provided.

"You live here long?"

There's a pitchfork, one of the wooden kind that's grown into shape. "All my life this time around. Where's Mustafar?"

"Outer rim of the galaxy, Atravis sector." That answer is going to be useless but the guy did ask. "What about last time?"